I met a grumpy man today

I don't know how to deal with grumpy men
whether to pacify and understand them;
their bread is too thin
or apples the wrong size.

No-one listens to them; as if!
they huddle like women
yet can't understand them
these women who once long ago desired.

Grumpy old men swear at women drivers
who don't ever blink them
nor wave if they've given way
or kept the shop door open wide.

Grumpy old men seem never happy
with anything women might do.
They mutter at bars about
the state of the world.

Their sheets don't need washing; until the following year.
They musts have the first word and the last
as well as the words in between.

So, if your a grumpy old man reading this
may I ask that you smile and beguile
the women who slices your bread
and keeps her own humour glowing all her days and nights.